'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,

That prompts the wish to ftay: He has incurred a long arrear,

And muft despair to pay.

Pay!—follow Chrift, and all is paid;

His death your peace insures ; Think on the grave where he was laid,

And calm defcend to yours.

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1793.

De sacris autem hæc sit una sententia, ut conserventur.

Cic: DE LEG:

But let us all concur in this one fentiment, that

things sacred be inviolate.

He lives who lives to God alone,

And all are dead befide;
For other source than God is none

Whence life can be supplied.

To live to God is to requite

His love as best we may :
To make his precepts our delight,

His promises our stay.

But life, within a narrow ring

Of giddy joys comprized,
Is falsely named, and no such thing,

But rather death disguised,

Can life in them deserve the name,

Who only live to prove
For what poor toys they can disclaim

An endless life above?

Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel;

Much menaced, nothing dread; Have wounds, which only God can heal,

Yet never ask his aid?

Who deem his house an useless place,

Faith, want of common sense ; And ardour in the Chriftian race,

A hypocrite's pretence ?

Who trample order; and the day,

Which God afferts his own, Dishonour with unhallowed play,

And worship chance alone?

If fcorn of God's commands, impressed

On word and deed, imply
The better part of man, unblessed

With life that cannot die;

Such want it, and that want uncured

Till man resigns his breath, Speaks him a criminal, assured

Of everlasting death.

Sad period to a pleasant course!

Yet so will God repay
Sabbaths profaned without remorse,

And mercy cast away.

Pause here, and think: a monitory rhime.
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.

Consult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say~" Health here has long to reign?".
Haft thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye
That beams delight? an heart untaught to figh?
Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never fees;
And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud
Exclaims, “ Prepare thee for an early shroud."

EPITAPH ON A HARE.

Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,

Nor swifter greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,

Nor e'er heard huntsman's hallo',

Old Tiney, surlieft of his kind,

Who, nursed with tender care, And to domestic bounds confined,

Was still a wild Jack-hare.

Though duly from my hand he took

His pittance every night, He did it with a jealous look,

And, when he could, would bite.

His diet was of wheaten bread

And milk, and oats, and straw; Thistles, or lettuces inftead,

With fand to scour his maw.